(Continued from Part One)

Just then the server sets our drinks on the table. “Do you have any questions about the menu?” I ask if there are any particular recommendations. “What kind of girl are you?” The server asks. “Do you like chicken, steak, or are you more adventurous?” “I’m up for trying something new” I say. “Well, we just received fresh sea food and today’s octopus tacos are to die for.” “Ok, I’ll have that.” Suz ordered a ceviche taco. I again realize that may be out of my depth here. “Back with those in a flash” and our server spins off toward the kitchen.

We continue the conversation we started a week ago at the bar. Work, relaxation, significant others. Yes, Yes and No in short. Ive been single for a number of years now after my husband left me for his secretary, stupid fuck. But I’m way better off without him. I like not being tied down right now. I asked, “What do you do for entertainment?” I was thinking Netflix, the theatre, musical performances. . . her response was quick, as if she was waiting for this. “Burlesque shows.”

“Ever been?” She puts a hand on my hand. “They’re a lot of fun! The drinks are cheap and the music, well. . ..” “You go for the music?” I inquire naively.  Of course not, go to see nearly naked women strutting around on stage!” Waving her hands in the air. Her hand lands on my arm, and traces its way down to my finger tips. This might be considered benign at any other time, but tonight it was something else entirely. 

The server retuned with our food. As my dish was placed in front of me I was struck by the sheer beautify of the food. This could be on the cover of a foodie magazine, maybe it is. My octopi almost looked like they were trying to escape with their little tentacles spilling out the side of the tacos. I swallowed as the last swallow of my cosmo slid over my tongue, sure to enhance the buzz in my head already. 

Thee tacos across from me were different, beautiful, but there was a semi transparent sauce that covered the raw fish between the folds of the taco shells. I caught a whiff of something. . . familiar yet distant. Odd. “Another Cosmo?” The server asked. “Sure.” I said without even thinking. “Wanna taste?” Suz spoke softly, seeing my eyes transfixed on her plate. “Um, ok” “Give me your fork” and she passed me bite of taco. 

The smell was intoxicating, and seeing my reaction, Suz interjected quietly, “Some people thing that tasked like semen.” Then from out of nowhere I say, “Nothing I haven’t had before.” And took the load into my mouth. It was delicious! Flavors stacked on flavors and a wide range of textures. After swallowing the bite, I realized that the inside of my mouth felt different, like I had drank a bottle of shampoo or something, slippery, slimy, and it didn’t go away. “It has an interesting aftertaste doesn’t it.” “It sure does.” 

Just then our server dropped off my second Cosmo and disappeared. I picked one of my tacos and took a brave bite. Again, there was an overwhelming bouquet of flavors, and underneath it wall was the slightly chewy texture of octopus. “You like?” Suz inquired as she was swallowing the remainder of her first taco. “Yes, very much.” We continued until our plates were empty and we’d had a couple more cocktails each. 

I was feeling quite tipsy. We were laughing an joking. Then Suz placed her hand on my thigh. Normally she would have found the fabric on my skirt, but during the course of our meal, my skirt had shifted a little exposing that particular area. She didn’t mover her hand, but squeezed my leg, just a little, letting her fingers slide on my skin under her hand. 

At nearly the same time my arm was on her back, and as her hand gently caressed me, mine slid down her back slowly and without drawing attention of any other patrons. I felt my fingers touch her soft skin  in the gap between her top and jeans. “I need to go to the restroom” Suz said as she stood, and as she rose from her chair, she winked at me. 

Silently I stood a followed, as if being led by the Pied Piper’s flute. I followed her to the back of the restaurant and into the restroom. It was small with two stalls, and she disappeared into the second stall and still I silently followed.

We had barley closed the door, when Suz had her hand under my skirt and was fiddling with the elastic fabric of my panties along my leg.  My hand instantly went to her waistline, struggling to get into her tight button fly jeans. As I wiggled and worked my hand in, her fingers were beginning to find my outer labia. Still struggling in her jeans, she retracted her hand to unfasten the buttons. At the same time, I reached under my skirt and drew my panties to the floor. Her jeans were open, my panties now only around one ankle and we kissed as my fingers slid over her clit and into the folds of her pussy.

Suz found clit and then the wet prize of my dripping juices as she pushed a finger into my vagina. We started wildly finger fucking each other, banging on the walls of the bathroom stall as we tried to thrust our fingers deeper into one another. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. Out tongues danced, our breath hot and shallow. I could feel her wetness spread across the inside of her underwear and I was dripping down my leg when the restroom door opened.

Just as the other stall door closed, we spilled out of ours giggling and  walked out the door. We paid the sever and poured out on to the sidewalk and the early evening breeze make my shoulder length hair dance across my face. That’s when I realized that my underwear were still on the floor of the bathroom stall. There was no going back. 

Arm in arm, Suz suggested we to to her place a few blocked away. She lived in an apartment building that was converted from an urban industrial building. We made our way up two flights of stairs, still giggling but not longer trying to hide the the attempted to touch one another. 

No sooner Suz locker her apartment door behind us than a scatter of clothing to began to rain around us. We were kissing passionately, completely naked standing in the entry way hall of her apartment. Suz grabbed my hand and pulled me into her living room where we collapsed in a heap of arms and legs on her red leather couch. Our hands were everywhere. We kissed. Touched. Nibbled. Licked. The heat between us grew and grew like a simmering kettle just before it boils. 

Her fingers were in me, mine in her. Fucking each other. Moaning, calling out for more when Suz moved and straddled my face, lowering her beautiful trimmed vulva to my mouth. My lips opened as her pussy covered my mouth. I began to probe her with my tongue. Searching for her clit, then delving into the depths of her vagina. Suz ground down, hips moving rhythmically sliding over my tongue. Back and forth. At the same time she was rubbing my sobbing wet pussy. Then she leaned down and began nibbling at my clit. Our mouths were locked to one another’s bodies. The passion continued to grow until we were out of breath. 

Suz stood and moved between my spread legs, she knelt and dove in. Her lips pressed into my dripping pussy. Her tongue dancing from my clit to the entrance of my vagina and back. All over, in a blur of sensations boiling inside me. Suddenly I felt a finger begin to probe my vagina. Slowly descending into my hidden depths, then curling and retreating to the surface, and back in.

She fingered me as my breathing hastened. Then a second finger joined her first. She began thrusting deeper and harder. Her finger tips were now rhythmically pressing against my g-spot, that magical and sometimes illusive region a finger length inside my pussy. My body began sloshing. Wet with pleasure. Then a third finger entered me with the others. 

I felt full and overcome with fireworks going off behind my eyes. She continued thrusting, shorter strokes now, her fingers mostly staying deep in me. I was getting wetter and wetter, which seemed impossible with the flow of juices leaking out of me. Suddenly there was more pressure as four fingers curled together and thrust inside my sloshing, soggy pussy. She continued working me from the inside. Twisting her wrist and rotating her fingers as the pushed deeper and deeper, always maintaining pressure. I was moaning, unable to form coherent words. Suddenly, there was a burning fire in my pussy, exquisite pain, igniting more fireworks deep within followed by electric waves cascading over me. The pressure against my pussy gave way as Suz pushed her entire hand inside me. My moans were now screams of ecstasy. She pauses a moment letting my pussy familiarize itself with her presence. And then she began to pump me, never withdrawing her hand and always hitting my g-spot. Over and over, deeper and deeper, until she slowly pulled her dripping hand from me that was followed by a fountain of fluid that seemed to go on and on forever. 

In a second she was dripping with my juices. It was splattering all over me, and the couch. . . well I hope I didn’t ruin that leather couch, but she didn’t seem concerned, rather enchanted by the spectacle of it all. That’s when every thing gets fuzzy. I woke the next morning in my own bed, my pussy throbbing and a large wet spot under me. “How did I get home?” I thought to myself. I peered around the room through still heavy eyes, unaccustomed to the midmorning light penetrating my bedroom window. I don’t remember leaving Suz’s place, arriving at home, or getting into bed. But here I am. Remembering the passion and pleasure of last night, my hand slowly made its way between my legs. Was it all a dream? My pussy is tender and maybe a little swollen. I am so confused. 

I managed to roll out of bed and a head for the kitchen for a cup of coffee to clear my head. On the counter next to my coffee pot was a neatly folded peasant blouse and a note, “Thanks for the everything! -S”

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